She wore a black jumper,
Like us all.
Every day I stayed at home
Or mitched around in fields,
She wasn't in on the joke
There were certain things I was losing
Sitting on a wall in the rain.
But I was always longing for something half-said

And we just got to talk now and again in our uniforms.
Sometimes when there's nothing else to remember,
It's a conversation we had out on the tennis court
Or her standing still at the top of the stairs.

If it's a poem about half said stuff then let me say how much i liked the word mitched and the way, the easy way you have set this up....

things i was losing sitting on a wall

and the movement of walking away with another girl
could of even caused them pain....

and then there's that excellent last line.

I just think it's very simple but really speaks to someone who can make a sacrifice and have a high appreciation, and hey, he might not be the hero but youve got to love that guy.

I like the kind of geeky/cliché remembrances of the second strophe because it is another example of you flexing your muscles (of confidence) and under reaching...

and why wouldn't you

you know the poem really builds to where you're standing around in your uniforms..... when there's nothing else to remember/ I'll remember that. It's a neat way of putting it and i like the r sounds and the o sounds really putting a pin on it how you werent asked for.
our uniforms.
remember.

Those sounds really go together

I love the PE hall bit because it's nostalgic
but also because of the movement /like you can imagine a bunch of people and how that could evoke a lot of memories but whats special is the contrast

For some reason in the second to last line i get a picture of her being static and defensive, maybe standing there holding a clipboard, and inaccessible

but in that last line you just get the very personal scuffing of the feet, the play, and the breathing
as if this not not talking is finally conversation...

I also like that it brings the guy face to face with his chance.
So much (human) possibility, like the arrow never released
or how tension becomes the story.